A cat's sudden meow
Breaks the silence
Laying upon my soul broken bed
Staring upon the blank canvas
Of my ceiling
....i question
Am i truly alright 
I imagine the sight
Of scarlet blood shattered in an array of patterns
Sliced from my pale wrist 
I think of all 
The terms sought before me
All the pain
Ive lived through
And stare at that blank canvas
And ask why
Why was i born to an abusive father 
Why did i live in my hell 
And survive
Why didn't the pills
Knives
Slices
And choking work 
Choose your destiny
Apparently mine was to survive
All left to me are my words 
Stated on a new blank canvas
My words 
Filled with blood and tears
As the process remains
The story becomes told